Fu Shijun clenched his fists, and veins popped out on the back of his hands.

The reason why he is here now is all because of what happened this afternoon. There was quite a commotion at the entrance of the kindergarten and the impact was so great that he had to come over and talk to the principal in person.

After Lan Xiaoxiao left, he stood there for several minutes before pinching his eyebrows and walking away.

Fu Shijun returned to his old house after handling the matter.

Zimo hadn't slept yet and was staying in his room. When Mrs. Fu saw her grandson coming back, she immediately greeted her with a smile: "Have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet." The coldness in Fu Shijun's eyebrows faded away, and he walked to sit down next to his grandma.

Fu Shijun has always been gentle to his family and will not bring home the indifference he developed outside.

Mrs. Fu: "Then let Aunt Liu serve you a bowl of noodles."

"Well, where is Zimo?" Fu Shijun asked.

"The child went back to his room as soon as he finished eating today." When mentioning her great-grandson, Mrs. Fu always had a hint of sadness.

Originally, the little great-grandson was quite lively and cute. He could speak when he was one year old. He also had clear articulation and a very sweet mouth. He smiled sweetly when he saw everyone. But for some reason, he gradually became less fond of smiling and less talkative.

When I was two years old, I suddenly became seriously ill and stopped talking at all.

At that time, I saw all kinds of doctors, and finally a psychologist came and said it was autism.

Autism is so difficult that it can turn an innocent child into a taciturn idiot.

Her little great-grandson is so pitiful. If Xiaoxiaoquan knew this, he would definitely jump out of the coffin with anger.

Xiaozi Mo stayed in the room, looking at the suit of clothes given by Lan Xiaoxiao in a daze.

He doesn't know much about clothes. His wardrobe is full of all kinds of fashionable and beautiful clothes, and his servants help him get dressed every day. This set is just ordinary casual clothes, nothing different.

But that kid clearly smelled like mommy.

Zimo picked up the clothes, put it to his nose and smelled it. Apart from the faint fragrance, there was no special smell.

He said it was made by his mommy, does it taste like mommy just because it was made by her own hands?

Zimo suddenly wanted to wear it and feel it.

He was about to try them on when there was a knock on the door, and then his father walked in. Zimo's eyes lit up and he ran over, but he did not dare to hug his father's legs, instead he was like a little breast waiting to be pampered.

He raised his head like a dog.

Fu Shijun bent down and picked him up.

"I'm sorry, Daddy spends too little time with you."

Zimo shook his head sensibly and said he didn't mind.

"There's still some time tonight. If you're not asleep yet, can Daddy play games with you?"

Zimo's eyes widened in surprise, is this true?

"what do you want to play?"

Zimo rolled his eyes, and finally shook his head and gestured: "Daddy, go and do your work. Zimo doesn't need daddy to accompany him."

"It's okay, daddy has no work today, so he can stay with you."

Zimo patted Fu Shijun on the shoulder, and Fu Shijun put him down. Then he moved out the latest game console that his father bought for him last time, saying that he wanted to play with it.

Fu Shijun took it over to study, preparing to play games with his son and experience father-son time. Out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently caught sight of the clothes thrown on the bed.

"Why aren't the clothes confiscated?" He walked over to pick up the clothes and prepared to put them into the cloakroom, but Zimo ran over and gestured.

"This was given to me by an aunt."

Fu Shijun thought of Lan Xiaoxiao going to kindergarten this afternoon.

He touched the material of the clothes and recognized immediately that these were not the clothes he usually bought for Zimo, and this style did not appear to be available on the market.

Fu Shijun's face looked a little ugly, but he still tried his best to endure it in front of Zimo.

"You are not allowed to accept anything from that woman in the future."

Zimo: "Why?"

It seems that Daddy hates that aunt. Is it true that she is a bad woman as Aunt Gu said?

But he felt otherwise.

Fu Shijun took the clothes out of the room and called the servant: "Throw them out."

The servant immediately took the clothes and left.

Zimo was filled with reluctance, those were clothes that smelled like mommy!

He wanted to stay, but his father seemed very angry.

Seeing his son's disappointed look, Fu Shijun frowned, worried about his son's condition, and quickly comforted him: "Daddy can buy you any clothes you want."

Zimo quickly cleared away the disappointment on his face, smiled lightly at his father, and nodded.

But I was still very disappointed inside.

"Let's go, daddy will play games with you."

He suddenly didn't want to play anymore, so Zimo put down the game remote control.

"Daddy, I'm sleepy."

Fu Shijun had no choice but to let his son go to bed and turn off the lights, but Zimo could not sleep with his eyes open.

He stared blankly at the ceiling.

Why does he not have a mommy when others have one?

He only has one Aunt Gu, but he doesn't like Aunt Gu, but daddy likes Aunt Gu. If he tells daddy that he doesn't like Auntie Gu, he will be disliked by daddy, too. Besides, daddy is usually so busy, so grandma

He said he was often too busy to take care of eating.

He had also seen his father suffer from stomachache so much that he broke into a cold sweat and was squatting on the ground unable to walk.

He feels sorry for his father.

He no longer has a mother, and he doesn't want to lose his father again.

If Aunt Gu stays with daddy, she can take care of him. If someone takes care of him, nothing will happen to daddy.

So it’s better to hide his dislike.

…

After Lan Xiaoxiao came back, she didn't find that Xibao Yuebao had sneaked out, and even followed her.

Her heart was full of Zimo now. After she came back, she cooked for the babies and then went into her studio to make clothes.

Xibao Yuebao scratched the door frame and whispered softly.

"Did Mommy make clothes for that kid again?" Yue Bao was very unhappy. The kid's bodyguard hit Mommy, and she didn't like him.

Xibao nodded: "Probably."

"I want to stop Mommy." Yue Bao was about to rush in, but was pulled away by Xi Bao.

"Why are you pulling me? Mommy was bullied today, and she still wants to make clothes for others." She was so angry.

Xibao stretched out a finger and gestured to his mouth: "Shh, don't let mommy hear it, otherwise mommy will know that we secretly followed her out. Do you want to be spanked?"

Yue Bao's bottom felt cold and she quickly shook her head. She didn't want to be spanked.

Although it didn't hurt when Mommy spanked her, it was still very uncomfortable.

Xibao pulled Yuebao back to their room and took out the iPad from the desk.

"Xibao, what are you doing?" Yuebao came up curiously. This Xibao and his mother have been bullied, but he is still in the mood to play with his iPad.

"I want to check that kid's background."

Yue Bao immediately agreed: "Find him out and we'll deal with him!"

Xibao:......

A few minutes later, Xibao stared at the iPad in a daze. Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, Yuebao poked his arm.

"What's wrong with you? Have you found out?"

"It's been found out." Xibao handed the iPad to her to see.


Chapter completed!